Visions anyone?

I wonder if anyone else here has had vast panoramic visions. I have, ofcourse!
My first vision happened (again) when I was a small child of four or five. It was the late fifties, a sunny summer afternoon, the Lone Ranger TV show was playing it closing titles and as I was listening to the Willian Tell overture and watching a bunch of words I could not read roll up the screen when something seized me, I could not feel hands only gentle but unrelenting force walking me as if I were a puppet out of the house and unto the back porch. It turned me toward the back yard, but there was no back yard. A great rolling ocean spread out before me now and a beautiful old sailing ship plowed it waves. I loved it, so serene so majestic. I don't remember it fading away I just remember taking it all in and smiling.
That winter another vision claimed me but it didn't make me smile...My twin sister and I were play fighting with little flimsy balsa wood sticks, my mother grabbed them out of our hands fearing we would put an eye out, flung open the door of the little pot belly stove we used to heat the house and tossed them in. I stared helplessly as my little sword ignited and turned yellow and blue, then I heard popping like rifle shots off in the distance. Suddenly I was standing atop a high mountain looking down on vast barren plain, more popping I peered further out and saw millions of people running from what I first though was a moving horizon. I looked up then all around and saw a wall of white fire that had no end. There was no going over it or around it, millions of people were running straight at me straight at the mountain trying to get away, those that didn't exploded when the fire wall touched them that was the rifle shot popping sound I kept hearing.
Then I noticed people climbing up the mountain toward me. I screamed for them to hurry just as I saw some of the lucky ones run into a craggy opening just below me. I knew they would be perfectly safe they had escaped, but so many others had not and would not. I screamed louder then it was over. I was standing in front of the stove again and noticing how cool and harmless it silly little flames were and sensing the overwhelming nothingness that lay behind the firewall. I can't help but hope there are others out there with similar stories to two

crazer, have you ever considered you may have schizophrenia? i don't know much about it but i read most of you're posts and it seems likely to me. I'm not saying you're visions don't have meaning but schizophrenia could be the reason you have them

I used to have visions when I was in the Navy. About every other day I would have very profound religious visions. They were extremely detailed and I would remember them for much longer periods of times than normal dreams. Several of the dreams I can recall in great detail (including feelings) to this day. However, I was also sleeping an a very high EM field at the time. Since my discharge I haven't had the same experience.

Hi smokeyfish sorry I haven't replied promptly. Well I've been doubting my sanity and sometimes even my humanity for almost 59 years, and yes I have visited a psychologist. When I discovered my first wife was cheating on me with an abusive ex con, there's a real ego booster, I was able to step back, seek help from a professional listener and make rational choices, pull my life together and not do anything crazy. I've since remarried raised two wonderful kids, kept a good job, a good wife and live sane productive life.
If I am schizophrenic it hasn't taken over my sense of the here now reality we all live in.
After telling my psychologist about my childhood visions and a bunch of other strange stuff he chalked it off as delusions. I didn't argue with him. I've since heard he committed suicide long after I stopped seeing him, a real tragady, he was a good guy.
As a child I remember saying myself, 'I'm not supposed be seeing this,' many times, but I kept on seeing stuff.
What can I say, we all come from different places, maybe some places a lot further away than others, maybe not. I appreciate your concern and interest Ray.

Hi tapout 4985. Yeah I've heard that intense electrical fields can play havoc the brains neurons and such. Thing is a lot of my visions took place far from any power lines. Pot belly stoves, woods and fields don't put off much juice.
Beleive me I've tried to come up with reasonable explanations but EM fields don't emit new information they only scramble what is already there.
I was only a few years old at the height of my 'experiences' I didn't know lot, I could not even read and had a very limited vocabulary there simply was not much information to scramble.
Nice theory, just doesn't apply to me, thank you for your input Ray.

I used to have visions when I was in the Navy. About every other day I would have very profound religious visions. They were extremely detailed and I would remember them for much longer periods of times than normal dreams. Several of the dreams I can recall in great detail (including feelings) to this day. However, I was also sleeping an a very high EM field at the time. Since my discharge I haven't had the same experience.

Loved reading your story crazer. For me your experience sounds very much like what I would call 'a spontaneous "vivid dreamlike vision" of past lives'. I've heard similar storys in paranormal seminars. You did tap in to some energy, be it a memory of your past life, or even The akashic records. Who knows. Fabulous ability, maby you could enhance it and really get to the source. Try different meditation techniques perhaps?
Good luck!

Loved reading your story crazer. For me your experience sounds very much like what I would call 'a spontaneous "vivid dreamlike vision" of past lives'. I've heard similar storys in paranormal seminars. You did tap in to some energy, be it a memory of your past life, or even The akashic records. Who knows. Fabulous ability, maby you could enhance it and really get to the source. Try different meditation techniques perhaps?
Good luck!

Glad you enjoyed reading my account. It seems my childhood was full them some more visual than others but quite encompassing.
There were times when I had an overwhelming sense of belonging somewhere else -some place far away from Earth, that my people my kind were out there somewhere at that place. I yearned to get to them but ofcourse could not. That yearning eventually became an inner vision, that felt like a memory of a certain quality of light which I tried to replicate behind my house using the setting sun and a bunch of boards I found laying around. I called it an ambiance chamber. As the rays of sunlight filtered in between the carefully arranged planks and the feeling of yearning and familarity grew I could sense a portal opening nearby but could never quite find it. Years later when I was at work while standing beneath an overhead light I sensed the portal directly behind me but could not bring myself to step back, maybe I was afraid my time had passed or maybe I figured it was just a delusion anyway I'm still here waiting. Thanks for reading Ray (crazer)

Glad you enjoyed reading my account. It seems my childhood was full them some more visual than others but quite encompassing.
There were times when I had an overwhelming sense of belonging somewhere else -some place far away from Earth, that my people my kind were out there somewhere at that place. I yearned to get to them but ofcourse could not. That yearning eventually became an inner vision, that felt like a memory of a certain quality of light which I tried to replicate behind my house using the setting sun and a bunch of boards I found laying around. I called it an ambiance chamber. As the rays of sunlight filtered in between the carefully arranged planks and the feeling of yearning and familarity grew I could sense a portal opening nearby but could never quite find it. Years later when I was at work while standing beneath an overhead light I sensed the portal directly behind me but could not bring myself to step back, maybe I was afraid my time had passed or maybe I figured it was just a delusion anyway I'm still here waiting. Thanks for reading Ray (crazer)

>>There were times when I had an overwhelming sense of belonging somewhere else -some place far away from Earth, that my people my kind were out there somewhere at that place.<<
with the likelihood of an atomic conflict very near, there are a lot of us who get the feeling we belong somewhere else.

One night prior to this event I lay in bed and let thoughts pass along -as you do. One thought that passed in my mind was this pub crawl. I suddenly felt drawn to a certain person who would be there with us. I saw him sat against a wall with blood on his face. Then the image was gone and I`m back to my slowly passing into sleep.

On the night out all went well. We reach a pub late in the evening and all line up at the bar. I get the call of nature and leave the guys. When I get back most of the gang have gone. Asking around I`m told that a man turned on one of us - this man hit one of us and fled. My friends where then asked to leave. Great! Now Im alone.

After Christmas I learnt that the friend of mine who was assulted was the guy I saw in my pre sleep episode. He had even stumbled near another pub and sat leaning against it until medical help arrived.

Looking back, I dont think he would have taken me serious if I had warned him about my odd pre sleep vision. Also, if he did believe me he would have been tense on that night - i would have ruined his happiness. Worse, he would have stayed at home afraid.

Dunno why I saw events before they happened but I know interfering with the future can make things worse. Perhaps everything is meant to unfold as it does?

A few weeks before my father died I dreamt of meeting his mother. She surprised me in this dream as I knew she was dead. I asked many puzzled questions which she ignored. She then sits in a chair holding her handbag on her lap- in the dream Im in my parents house. I hear my father enter the house and his mother sat there then motions with her head - she tilts it back.

The day he died was a total -dont give a damb about the world feeling. The mind felt numb apart from my inner found strength which kept me together so I could keep everyone else calm. At the hospital we waited as they tried to revive him. In my state of shock I kind of knew he wouldnt make it. I then got a flashback to the dream Ive described above. I strangley felt happy if that makes sense. I had fleeting feelings of the end, complete, hes done his bit type wierdness.

Arriving back at my parents house I swear on my life that I half saw him stood looking at my mother with a big smile and total devotion.

Later on I found I was drawn to a certain piece of music which beforehand would have been classed as old, ancient and for the oldies :) Dont know why I felt that important as its not my lot. I`m still not sure if it was something he liked. Its, "Dont give up on me baby", ouch! Thats old :)

I now feel his presence often when I visit my sister. Hes elusive when i sense him there but he defo seems focused on my sister.

>>There were times when I had an overwhelming sense of belonging somewhere else -some place far away from Earth, that my people my kind were out there somewhere at that place.<<
with the likelihood of an atomic conflict very near, there are a lot of us who get the feeling we belong somewhere else.

Well the first time I saw an atomic explosion on TV ofcourse, (I was about three or four years old,) I turned my head to hide a my smirk. It struck me as so weak and quaint, I remember thinking "They think that's a bomb!" I was only a little kid but I knew exactly what I was looking at and was still quite unimpressed. My only fear was that someone migt see me smirking and I'd give myself away.
I knew full well my reaction was completely inappropiate so I hid it. I don't know what this means only what it feels like Ray.

Well the first time I saw an atomic explosion on TV ofcourse, (I was about three or four years old,) I turned my head to hide a my smirk. It struck me as so weak and quaint, I remember thinking "They think that's a bomb!" I was only a little kid but I knew exactly what I was looking at and was still quite unimpressed. My only fear was that someone migt see me smirking and I'd give myself away.
I knew full well my reaction was completely inappropiate so I hid it. I don't know what this means only what it feels like Ray.

Hey crazer.,Spooky hear. I don't remember all the posts.so forgive me if this was already asked. Do u think ur psychic? R u able to tell things about people & such

No spooky1 I don't think I'm psychic, at least not in the sense I can controll any kind of other worldly events, but then I've never tried. Thing is I'm not sure what I am, I've been questioning my sanity and humanity since I was a little kid and from listening to other people talk about their early childhood I don't think I've ever been that innocent or ignorant. It is as if I've never been a child, I remember very clearly not having words in my head, in that sense I was a child but deep knowledge concepts fundamental truths have it seems always been tucked away in the back of my mind.
And no I can't pickup on things at will. Things abnormal just happen then go away. I hope that answers your question. There has been so many things I hate to tell them all, it all sounds so made up Ray.

No spooky1 I don't think I'm psychic, at least not in the sense I can controll any kind of other worldly events, but then I've never tried. Thing is I'm not sure what I am, I've been questioning my sanity and humanity since I was a little kid and from listening to other people talk about their early childhood I don't think I've ever been that innocent or ignorant. It is as if I've never been a child, I remember very clearly not having words in my head, in that sense I was a child but deep knowledge concepts fundamental truths have it seems always been tucked away in the back of my mind.
And no I can't pickup on things at will. Things abnormal just happen then go away. I hope that answers your question. There has been so many things I hate to tell them all, it all sounds so made up Ray.

No one says ur making things up & if someone.dose, who cares what they think! I no how hard it is to tell stories of our "kind" of people, there's so many other stories I'd like to share but its so hard but ur very interesting &I'm sure everyone.would love to hear what u got to say

I appreciate that, it certainly helps to let go of some this, but in letting go I am actually embracing it, just wish I knew what it is.
Just last month I was sitting in my break room at work, I wasn't napping but I was quite relaxed, any way I was leaning against a concrete block wall, my eyes were shut so I couldn't see anything, a hand gently clasped my left shoulder, startled I looked up and all around and saw no one, but the hand clasp was completely real, oddly comforting and came from behind me through the concrete wall?
I tell ya' sometimes I feel like something out there is really jerking my chain.
Back in the seventies I was driving to work, no one was on the road it was early the sky was black. I came around a curve and was driving past a stand of trees and from the corner of my right eye I saw four white spheres about the size of full moons silenty sliding over the treetops like a string of giant white pearls. I slowed down, turned my head to see better and as I did the third sphere from the end dropped out of formation and literally sank out sight, while the remaining three spheres curved forward around in front of me until they were behind me. I thought when I get to work surely someone else would have seen this, because the were so big and slow, if they say they saw them then I'll chime right in and say yeah I saw them too, but when I got to work I heard nothing about Ufo's so I said nothing, years later in 1979 I was walking down a dirt path behind my house looked up and saw a single greenish black sphere about the size of a car sliding just above the treetops probably about a quarter mile away, frustrated I looked away tried to make myself not see it looked back up and saw that is was still gliding merrily long, I thouat to it called to it with my mind asked it to land in the field so we could just talk and I could say hello get some answers, get something -anything it just slid up into the deep blue sky and disappeared into a massive cloud bank, and so it goes something so real yet so illusive. Thanks for reading maybe we can all get some answers someday, Ray(crazer)

Glad you enjoyed reading my account. It seems my childhood was full them some more visual than others but quite encompassing.
There were times when I had an overwhelming sense of belonging somewhere else -some place far away from Earth, that my people my kind were out there somewhere at that place. I yearned to get to them but ofcourse could not. That yearning eventually became an inner vision, that felt like a memory of a certain quality of light which I tried to replicate behind my house using the setting sun and a bunch of boards I found laying around. I called it an ambiance chamber. As the rays of sunlight filtered in between the carefully arranged planks and the feeling of yearning and familarity grew I could sense a portal opening nearby but could never quite find it. Years later when I was at work while standing beneath an overhead light I sensed the portal directly behind me but could not bring myself to step back, maybe I was afraid my time had passed or maybe I figured it was just a delusion anyway I'm still here waiting. Thanks for reading Ray (crazer)

*There were times when I had an overwhelming sense of belonging somewhere else -some place far away from Earth, that my people my kind were out there somewhere at that place.*

I'm amazed of your reply! Really it makes me so happy, I'll tell you why! I've also had weird stuff in my childhood. I've allways seen really vivid dreams and dream related visions. Sometimes I see dreams where I stay for years, honestly I go to sleep... find myself somewhere, and then I live in that dreamworld for a lifetime... then suddenly I'm back in my bed,only few hours has passed, and in an odd way I've aged 60 years or more in one night!! One time I had a dream of living in a planet as an energyfield, I wasn't physical in the sense like here on earth. On that planet I was passing time with a friend, and communicating telepathicly... The planet was really old, the light of a distant star was like a fading orange hue...The next thing that happened I'll remember for as long as I live.. Suddenly we where given information, what feels like the speed of light, I saw all my lives on this earth planet, all of them, including this one, down to the smallest little detail.. Then I was back on that planet, and asked my friend if he also would have such a ride. Terrible, horrible, beautiful, amazing..lessons you wouldn't wish for anyone and also lives of total bliss,peace and love.. When I woke up in this life here on earth, I was puzzled more than ever!

Wow, now I'm a bit jealous, not that I haven't had my share incredible dreams, but I've never dreamed a whole life time much less one spent in such an extremely altered state of being.
I'm impressed and so happy we can share our experiences so openly, which is, I think, the whole point of this site.
Listening to 'regular' people talk about their past their childhood and not hearing the slightest hint of otherworldliness always makes me want to shrink into a corner, fearing some one will ask me about my childhood knowing I dare not talk honestly about my past, it makes me feel so dishonest.
Most 'regular' people don't want to hear anything that shakes their own comfortable understanding of reality, can't blame them, but I can't really relate to them either. I guess we all want family, people we can be ourselves with-a place to belong-home, but when you're not sure what you really are it makes so difficult and so alienating.
I am so glad I found this site, I was hoping there would be others out there like me- others whose past just doesn't makes sense or fit into this world.
Something as personal as a childhood should be a source of comfort perspective and identity not insecurity and deep seated doubt of one's sanity.
Clearly we are able to tap into more reality than most, that's the simpest way I can define it, where that reality takes us is I'm sure out there waiting for us, can't wait to get there!
Every time I let myself embrace my weird past I can't help but feel like I'm turning toward home so finding others like me 'here' is profoundly comforting.
I'm so glad I made your day, you have certainly made mine.
Look forward to hearing from you, Ray